Mr. Owen's gaze lingered below my neck for a moment: "Is something wrong?"

His eyes were dark with desire, making me increasingly terrified.

Humiliation washed over me as I sat there clutching my towel, afraid of what this well-dressed predator might do.

David was still outside!

But Mr. Owen just sneered, methodically wiping his hands with a cloth: "Next time, I won't let you stop me."

As I got dressed, David called from outside: "Selina, are you done? I've finished my massage!"

"Y-yes... coming," I quickly wiped my face and opened the door, noticing Mr. Owen had vanished.

"Must've dozed off... didn't even see Mr. Owen leave..." David mumbled. "Let's head home."

Back home, I caught my reflection in the mirror - my face was flushed, my body soft like water. Anyone could tell I'd been thoroughly... worked over.

Meanwhile, David was already snoring.

Lying beside my husband, I couldn't stop thinking about Mr. Owen's words: "Next time." What did he mean?

I had to admit, his technique was incredible. Even now, my body still burned, tingling where his hands had touched me.

I couldn't help fantasizing about what pleasure this handsome, powerful man could give me...

After a restless night, David left for work as usual. Watching him head off, looking so dedicated to his job, reality hit me hard - my fantasies from last night were emotional cheating.

I decided to put that night behind me and avoid future gatherings. However, fate had other plans when I had to face Mr. Owen again a few days later.

One evening, I got a call: "Mrs. Wilson, David's had too much to drink. Could you pick him up?"

It was Parker, David's colleague whom I'd met several times before.

When I arrived at the office building, Parker was supporting David. Seeing me, he looked relieved but somehow uneasy: "Mrs. Wilson."

I nodded and tried to take David, but he was too heavy. I almost lost my balance.

Strong hands steadied me. I turned to see Mr. Owen looking at me casually: "I'm heading that way. Let me help you get him home."

With several people watching us, I had no choice but to let Mr. Owen help David into his luxury car.

The ride was silent. After Mr. Owen helped David to bed, I walked him to the living room: "Thank you... for today."